It's not set in stone

I am becoming to notice that things are changing in my life. Things I thought I saw myself being are no longer something I dream of. Many people call it growing up, others will tell you it's a change in your stars, then there are those who will tell you that changing your mind isn't a wise decision. It is that last category of people that choose to exist rather than live, to plan for the unguaranteed future rather than enjoy life and to tell others their decisions are not for the best. 

To those people, if you are reading this, I propose the question, what if you died in a year or a month or a week? I believe, of the 7 billion people on this planet, that group would have the most regrets...and just recently, I have decided I no longer want to be in that group of people. 

                              

He has my heart

A little poem I wrote :)

Mondays...I hate them.

It's that time of the week again...the time when you never want to fall asleep because you will wake up to the repulsive taste of Monday morning. You know, that day you hate more than any other. It marks the beginning of an inevitably long drawn out week. The weekend has sadly been pronounced dead.

Time flies

"Sometimes you don't know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory."

Each and every second of the day holds value once it becomes a 'remember when' moment. Over the last 24 hours I have realized that the moments I didn't give a second thought at the time, are the moments I remember most. The last two months with my American boy have been the happiest months I have had. Of course I remember the big events, yet somehow the smaller every day moments are what I think of most.